Grace of God
Coyote in the breakdown lane
furled out sideward
Incisors bared
in the deep concentration
of death
Why did you leave your brothers
to range along this shallow asphalt?
What made you stray
from the reassuring pack?
Was it this long winter's brief overnight thaw?
Did some smaller creature lead you here?
Hunger or insanity?
Varmint dog
Why do I feel so akin?
Friday, January 31, 2003
Posted by Unknown at 8:59 AM
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